"She may experience brief memory confusion after waking. It's perfectly normal—nothing to worry about." Dr. Caldwell nodded slightly as he explained.
Charles exhaled slowly, his expression finally relaxing.
"Good."
Five years of beautiful memories flooded my mind without warning.
He had openly defied his parents just to be with me.
"Abigail is the love of my life. Even if it means cutting ties with my family, I will be with her."
He'd spent three full days setting up the proposal himself, eyes red-rimmed as he told me he'd never marry anyone else.
He said not even his parents could keep us apart.
He said his life was only complete with me in it. That he'd protect me for the rest of his days.
But his voice grew distant, fading, until it became a cold blade plunging straight into my chest.
"Forget Grandpa waking up—even if he actually dies, I will never let anyone threaten Freya."
Self-mockery, helplessness, bitter irony—emotions crashed over me all at once, and I finally lost consciousness completely.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Charles.
He looked exactly as I remembered—clean-cut and handsome, as if nothing had changed.
"Abigail, you're finally awake. Does anything hurt?"